Closing time… you don't
have to go home but you can't… stay.. here…
I know
who I want to take me home.. I know who I want to take me home… I know who I
want to take me home…
Take
me home…"
Quatre
heard the faint singing coming from the small room that he and Trowa shared. He
looked over to Heero and Duo, but it was obvious that they couldn't hear the
sounds.
They
couldn't hear the damn TV, with all the noise THEY were making.
Quatre
averted his gaze, blushing, over to Wufei, who was holding his nose, blood
dripping over his hand, but was too into the movie to go to the bathroom. +He
must have looked at those two+
Quatre shook his head and
looked back to the room.
+Hm….+
"Closing
time… Time for you to go out to the places you will be from..
Closing
time… this room won't open till your brother or your sisters come…
So
gather up your jackets, move it to the exit, I hope you have found a friend…
Closing
time… Every new beginning comes from some other beginnings end."
Trowa
stopped suddenly. Something was staring at him, something made him look up.
"Quatre?!"
he squeaked. Quatre was staring at him, a grin plastered on his face.
"Nice
song." He responded. "Who's it for?"
Trowa
glanced away. +It's for myself, I wrote it for me, it's just a song…+
"You."
He whispered. Quatre tilted his head.
"What?"
"You."
Trowa said louder. Quatre slunk down on the floor next to him.
"You
can't be serious."
"I don't
know." Trowa murmured. He looked at the guitar. "I really don't know."
"Is
there more?" Quatre whispered. Trowa nodded.
"I
know who I want to take me home… I know who I want to take me home… I know who
I want to take me home…
Take
me home…"
Quatre
watched him intently, gazing absentmindedly at his mouth, at the one visible
eye, at his soft mane of hair covering the other…
"Closing
time… time for you to go out to the places you will be from…
….
I
know who I want to take me home… I know who I WANT to take me HOME… I know who
I want to take me home…
Take
me home…
I
know who I want to take me home… I know who I WANT to take me HOME… I know who
I want to take me home…
Take
me home…"
Trowa
looked straight into Quatre's eyes.
"Closing
time… every new beginning comes from some other beginnings end….."
"Trowa.."
Quatre whispered just before Trowa's lips met his. The loving gesture went on
for minutes, and was only broken when a low whistle was heard from the doorway.
Trowa quickly looked up to see a beaming Duo leaning on the post.
"Oh no,
don't let ME interrupt." Duo said mockingly. He waved his hands. "Keep going."
Quatre
blushed. "Um, Duo, could you leave us alone for a second?" he asked softly.
Trowa, a little bit more irritated, closed the door in his face. Then, once
again, he turned to Quatre.
"Look
Quatre, I'm sorry. That was out of hand and uncalled for. I just couldn't…" He
was silenced by a finger.
"Don't
explain. Just do it again." A blushing blonde stammered as he leaned in for
another kiss.
Trowa,
lips still locked, picked the smaller pilot up and laid him on the bed. He ran
his hands over Quatre's shirt, drawing small circles over his belly button, and
right above his pants. Quatre brought Trowa closer to him, kissing him harder,
demanding more from his tongue. The two mouths battled for control, the intense
feelings rushing out of one pilot and into the next.
(I
know who I want to take me home… I know who I want to take me home.. I know who
I want to take me home…
Take
me home….)
Quatre
moaned in anger as Trowa teased him through the thin fabric of his cotton
pajama's. Struggling for control, he tore at Trowa's shirt, and slipped his
hand into his pants. The two of them stopped kissing and made eye contact with
each other. The blue orbs stared back up at emerald gems, and both shared the
same nagging emotions.
Need,
wanting… love…
Trowa
ran a caring hand over Quatre's cheek. "I think I love you, Quatre."
"I know
I love you, Trowa. And I know I need you, just as much as you need me." He
gestured to his and Trowa's pants. "Especially now."
Trowa
chuckled and kissed him on the cheek. "That's true." He whispered, his voice a
little raspy.
Quatre
kissed him again. "Then don't deny us that magic."
The two
looked at each other again, and then continued on their way to pure, haunting
bliss.
(Closing
time… every new beginning comes from some other beginnings end…)
+The end+
